What if Anjali had died in the car accident that Shyam had orchestrated for her on the wedding day of Payal and Akash?

A short story about my beloved Arshi.. Little intense.. Nafrat Paas Ane na de..Mohabbat dur Jana na de..

This story is about Arnav and Khushi who were forced to marry each other because of Khushi's father. But as she marry him, she discovers that this family is not a normal one, there is a lot of mystery and fake people here who are behind Arnav's property. Will she save him? Or let things go the way they are? Will both fall in love with each other in this process?

Arranged marriage was an age-old story that Khushi, the youngest of the infamous Gupta family, who revolutionized and dominated the trading market for generations, knew well. For it was the only thing she heard growing up. But that neither prepared her nor comforted her as she got ready that morning. It was an important day, a day where she would trade her surname for a new one, her silence for a new chance, her respect for a new hope, her life for another. It was a day of contracts, both new and old. As she hid behind the traditional red shawl, knowing that the whole world would be watching her, waiting to pounce, she wondered why her mother never told her about any of the good marriages. The ones that worked out. The ones that had hope. The ones that had love. Probably because they don't exist, Khushi thought to herself. Only, destiny had believed otherwise. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a stand alone story that has no connection with the original show, Iss Pyar Ko Kya Naam Doon, except for the names of the lead characters. All other content of this story belongs strictly to the author, Archi. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- #1 in ArnavSinghRaizada - 04/12/2019 #1 in KhushiKumariGupta - 18/01/2020 #1 in ArHi - 20/05/2020

Nani ji walks towards the living room and sits down on couch with the smile still on her face. Manorama and Anjali follow suit and join her in the living room. Nani looks at them and says, "I have made a decision today." She pauses and looks at her daughter-in-law, "Manoroma I know that you will be really happy with this decision I have made." Manoroma confused at what her sasu ma was saying turns her head towards Anjali and then back at her sasu ma, "Hello, Hi, Bye-Bye Kya sasu ma?" Nani smiles brightly and finally says, "I have decided that we should get Aakash bitwa married." Manoroma and Anjali's eyes pop out at the words and blink their eyes rapidly. Manoroma unable to grasp about what she had just heard asks, "Hello, Hi, Bye-Bye Anjali bitiya please pinch me so that I know that I am not dreaming and what sasu ma has just said is reality." Anjali with her jaw slight open closes it and shakes her head, "Mami ji, you are not dreaming it is real." "I always wanted chote to do get married first, but it seems that my eldest grandson is hell-bent on not ever wanting to get married." Nani looks at Manoroma with a smile and continues, "Why should Aakash bitwa suffer for his older brother." Manoroma still unable to grasp that her sasu ma has agreed says, "Hello, Hi whatever you think is right sasu ma." Anjali all excited says, "Then we should not wait let's start looking for a girl who will be suitable for our Aakash." She looks at nani with a smile and then back at her mami. She drops her eyes a bit with unhappiness as she really wanted her brother (Chote) also to get married. With curiosity peaked in both Anjali and Manoroma they ask in unison, "Who?" Nani smiles at both them and says, "Garima's daughter."

"Yes, I am in love with you. I've been in love with you for the past 14 years, ever since the first day I saw you. You probably haven't noticed since you're always thinking about yourself! I don't know what these past couple of months meant to you Arnav, or those small moments throughout all the years we have known each other but they meant something to me. I want to be with you. I want to spend my life with you. I have these stupid dreams about you Arnav! I accepted the same University as you, because I thought we could possible be together even then!! I have been hoping that just maybe, one day we'll get married and have kids. We'll grow old together and watch our grand kids play by our porch. Why is that Arnav?? Why can't I picture myself with anyone except you?" she asked desperately, tears streaking down her face. "I've never felt like this for anyone Arnav. And obviously, the one person I do feel it for, doesn't give a damn!" she said pushing him. She turned to leave, but Arnav grasped her hands, and pulled her to his chest. "Khushii listen to me. I'm sorry. These past couple of months were fun, but it was just a good friendship going on between us. One day, you'll move on and find someone who trulyloves you. We could never have that future Khushi, I'm sorry you feel this way." replied Arnav, his voice sounding much calmer than the one in his head.

Arnav : listen to me very carefully, I won'trepeat it... She wears a green top & a blue Jeans & red brown specs , shehas medium length hair , fair complexion . She will come out from math'sdepartment, gallery no -3. I want her safe & If I see a little scratch onher body then you all are gone.. Man-1 :Yes, boss..we'll take care of that. (caller cuts the line) Man-2 : well, exam will finish at 1.00 am. Wehave to take our position before she mixed with all students. Then it'll beimpossible to find her. Man-3 : I don't get 1 thing. Why boss didn'tgive us a photo of that girl. Then this work will be very easy. We should askfor it. Man-1 : boss, doesn't have any photo of thatgirl ,and now we don't have time to wait. By hock or crock we've to accomplish this work today &before 4.00pm. Did you all hear me before 4.00pm. otherwise we all are died. Let's go to the corridor. I'll stand at themiddle of the corridor, and you both at the exit...no change for any mistake.

After seeing them leaving to Paris.. He was totally broken.. He didn't return back to Raizada Mansion but drove to his Apartment.. He slammed the apartment door in anger and frustrated.. He hate being alone and more than that he won't get to see them ever in his life.. He marched towards the mini bar and took out his whiskey bottle and start to gulp his drinks after one to another.. But whiskey wasn't working for him today like it were when she wasn't with him.. His mind was pounding.. He too was in pain but no one understand him.. He too lost his daughter but no one understand his grief.. He gulped down his sorrow and walked to his room.. His step was imbalance.. While his body was hitting the walls trying to hold it so he won't collapse on the floor.. He slowly marched towards his room which accompanied him for past 4 years.. He feel he was again on the same spot.. He could feel the same gloomy wind and same question running in his mind.. The same inner turmoil.. He fell on the bed and closed his eyes so the slumber will took over him and hoping it was just a nightmare but it didn't happen in his ways.. His eyes moist when image of his little family flashed in his mind.. The tear of his son.. The pain of his wife..

After knowing the truth from dadi, Arnav didn't turn up on altar and he ask Aman to book him a ticket to London on the same day of his wedding.. After waiting hours Khushi run away from the altar..

She wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel or behave tonight or for that matter in the coming days. At the age of twenty one, she had absolutely no plans of getting married. Being an academics achiever and with an invitation to join one of the most renowned business schools in the country, she was overjoyed that her life could finally begin. But life had seldom given her choices and it was no different this time. She decided to not let her mind wander to the past once again, decisions had been made for her and she would keep her word. Her sister in law had mentioned that 'he' her husband, would join her in a few minutes, but when she looked at clock she realised it was more than forty minutes since she had left the room. With a sense of trepidation Kushi Gupta